[Fade In]
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Ebm7
Baby, oh, my little baby
Db
I'm no stranger, no-no strange...
[Verse 1]
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Fm Fm Cm7
She was a stranger, a mysterious soul
Bbm7
I couldn't read her
Db7 C7
She got the eyes of a ghost
Fm Cm7
Too far to walk back to my hotel down in Brooklyn
Bbm7 Db7
Hoping that nobody's looking for me
C7 Fm Cm7
She says she got a boyfriend, but she wants to get a drink
Bbm7 Db7 C7
It's not the weekend and she got a class for Ivy League
Fm Cm7 Bbm7 Db7 C7
She's just a stranger, but it seems as if she doesn't want to be
[Chorus (1)]
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Fm Cm7
Ooh, tell me what you want
Bbm7
The barista has no patience
Db7 C7
And my parka's in the car
Fm Cm7
Ooh, tell me what you're on
Bbm7
I can tell you're somewherе else
Db7
You're slipping in and out of
C7
In and out of
[Post-Chorus (1)]
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Fm
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Cm7
Thought, thought, ta-da-da-da
Bbm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Db7 C7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da
Fm
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Cm7
Thought, thought, ta-da-da-da
Bbm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Db7 C7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da
[Verse 2]
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Fm Cm7
She says she hopes I'm doing well
Bbm7
That I'm incredible to see, can't lie
Db7 C7
My heart skipped a beat
Fm
When I saw her through a shrouded veil
Cm7 Bbm7 Db7 C7
But she like a wolf in sheep's wool, she tryna play it cool
Fm Cm7
As if we go way back as friends, she tryna make some sort of sense
Bbm7 Db7 C7
Why the hell we in this parking lot talking 'bout things we never did
Fm
Throwback to my busboy days
Cm7
Back when I had a 40 hour week, and a shitshow pay
Bbm7
Lay off on the weekends
Db7
Swam so far but everybody tweaking
C7
I just wanna sleep all day
[Bridge]
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Fm Eb
Confident in my life
Db
Eyes glued to my body
Bbm
Said she's sorry for the fall out
Db
I've been on xans and testing molly
Fm Eb
Maybe this time I might fade
Db
Falling to former ways
Bbm Db Fm
Somebody, tell somebody I'm not capable of change
[Verse 3]
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Eb Db Bbm7
She from Manhattan but I smell the cat from down in staten
Db
She want the 7 figure package
C Fm
I'm not finished packing
Eb Db
I used to think I didn't want to chase the bag
Bbm7 Db C
But a sell out with no soul is akin to what I had
Fm Eb
Fucking this bitch, met on the internet
Db
She sucking dick, no one I ever met
Bbm7
My money big, my attitude feminine
Db C
Call me a bitch 'cause I smell like cinnamon
Fm Eb
But I've been working harder in silence
Db
Half of these people never seen violence
Bbm7 Db
Half of the shit that I say is timeless, and rhymeless
Fm
And I've been out of fuck
[Chorus (2)]
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Cm7
Ooh, tell me what you want
Bbm7
The barista has no patience
Db7 C7 Fm
And my parka's in the car
Cm7
Ooh, tell me what you're on
Bbm7
I can tell you're somewherе else
Db7 C7
You're slipping in and out of
Fm
In and out of
[Post-Chorus (2)]
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Cm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Bbm7
Thought, thought, ta-da-da-da
Db7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
C7 Fm
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da
Cm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Bbm7
Thought, thought, ta-da-da-da
Db7 C7
Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought,
Ebm7
ta, da-da-da
[Outro]
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Baby, oh, my little baby
[Fade Out]
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Db
I'm no stranger, no-no stran